Chen hour, fourth quarter.
Jiang Ning opened the Martial Arts Hall's main doors.
The disciples immediately filed in like fish in a stream.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Jiang!"
"Greetings, Senior Brother Jiang!"
"Greetings, Senior Brother Jiang!"
"..."
The disciples greeted Jiang Ning one after another, respect showing on their faces.
"Junior brother Jiang!"
Xiao Peng appeared before Jiang Ning and slowly spoke.
At this moment, Xiao Peng's gaze was sharp as he looked at Jiang Ning.
"Senior Brother Xiao!" Jiang Ning smiled.
Xiao Peng said, "I heard junior brother Jiang was formally accepted as Master Wang's Direct Disciple the day before yesterday?"
Jiang Ning nodded slightly. "Yes!"
Hearing this, Xiao Peng looked at Jiang Ning with eyes like blazing torches. "Junior brother Jiang, how about sparring with me?"
"There's no need for that." Jiang Ning shook his head. "I still need to go home."
"Junior brother Jiang isn't afraid, is he?" Seeing Jiang Ning about to leave, Xiao Peng could not help provoking him with words.
Jiang Ning immediately smiled. He knew that if he continued to refuse, Xiao Peng definitely would not give up.
Then he stretched out his hand and said, "Senior Brother Xiao, you and I are of the same sect, and what we learned is all Five Animal Frolics Fist. A handshake will do!"
Xiao Peng met Jiang Ning's eyes for a moment, then said, "All right!"
He then also extended his right hand.
The next instant.
Their right hands clasped together.
Xiao Peng immediately exerted force.
In an instant, he felt that the thirty percent strength he used to tightly grip Jiang Ning's palm was like mud entering the great sea, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.
A trace of surprise immediately appeared in Xiao Peng's eyes as he looked at Jiang Ning.
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